Weapon
The group of bandits were so disorganized that Jezirea felt she had more than a fighting chance against the lot of them.
Most of them weren't even very good fighters, it turned out. Jezirea was lithe and nimble, and the men were bulky and slow.
Men were so easily impressed by large pointy objects of destruction. Most of them weilded axes or broadswords. Jezirea could barely even hold a broadsword, let alone weild one, but the lethargy of the bandits fighting maneuvers had her somewhat in shock.
She dodged their blows with ease, having no trouble getting within range to strike a killing blow.
Jezirea was feeling rather full of herself, thinking to try balancing upon one of the men's weapons, when suddenly a sharp pain impacted upon her chest.
Jezirea stopped, and so did the men around her. Breathing was hard, and it took her a moment to realize what had happened. She looked down to see the shaft of an arrow, implanted firmly in to her chest; right through her flimsy leather armour.
Shit...
She hadn't even seen the leader draw his bow.
Too bad.
Most of them weren't even very good fighters, it turned out. Jezirea was lithe and nimble, and the men were bulky and slow.
Men were so easily impressed by large pointy objects of destruction. Most of them weilded axes or broadswords. Jezirea could barely even hold a broadsword, let alone weild one, but the lethargy of the bandits fighting maneuvers had her somewhat in shock.
She dodged their blows with ease, having no trouble getting within range to strike a killing blow.
Jezirea was feeling rather full of herself, thinking to try balancing upon one of the men's weapons, when suddenly a sharp pain impacted upon her chest.
Jezirea stopped, and so did the men around her. Breathing was hard, and it took her a moment to realize what had happened. She looked down to see the shaft of an arrow, implanted firmly in to her chest; right through her flimsy leather armour.
Shit...
She hadn't even seen the leader draw his bow.
Too bad.
